On the wings of love, in the crimson hue, the heart is swept away, by love’s nuance. Hand in hand, heart to heart, with every collaboration. The soul bares, the heart bleeds, dripping the expressions of love, in words. The heart expressing, the moment anticipating, the soul waiting to exhale. Love returning again and again, taking your heart, to love’s breathless place. Where dreams come alive, where fear’s antithesis won’t take, love’s tranquil place. The heart and soul, deep in another breathtaking daydream, seeing a glimpse of heaven. In every sunset, in every moonlight, in every starry gaze. Watching in slow motion, how the moment sends love, to take your breath. At night, the heart beats, the soul sleeps, love seeps, the stars creep. So, in the sunrise, the glow, the show, the know; love took your breath… again. Love deeply felt, like a silent river overflowing; the depth becoming, a deepening river. The tender whispers of love, moving freely, speaks deeply; taking your breath, profoundly. A heart, not steeped in love, fail to convey. What words are meant to say, and love designed to sway. What’s a soul to do, when love leaves its sway, on a beating heart? Let every heartbeat, be your breath taken away. Love deeply felt, leaves the soul, inspired, to reciprocate. How else, will your heart show, what to you, love truly means. Love, sees who you are, what your heart will become. When you can’t stand, let your heart fall… in love’s embrace. For, life but a breath, the hourglass fills, time slips away; death comes, to take your breath away. Why today, and every day be, unafraid, to live, and love. Letting love’s truth become, your heart’s saving grace. So, in the twilight, in the daylight, you can says; love, I see You. Here’s my heart, come; take My Breath!

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Caught up in the moment, a heart, swept by the love. Out on the proverbial limb, you’re hanging, on to every word, love whispers. My soul, left me, my love needed to be enlightened. Out in the open, my heart was exposed. In the stillness, under the quiet; love came, rested on my heart. Love is like the wind, it blows your mind, takes your breath. On wings of the butterflies, chasing after love, how you catch your breath. Like a kite, my soul hung on to the breadth, to love’s breathless whim. No strings, but my soul tethered, love has me by the heart. Attached, to the unconditional love, and the affection. The forever sway, wind may I; be overwhelmed by love’s unyielding draw. Oh, I’m caught up, a soul profoundly moved, swayed by love’s unwavering presence. What has this come to mean, what has love done to me? This heart of mine, was arrested, by love. I got caught, now love has captured my gaze. It wasn’t a catch twenty, my soul not damned; freely, I do this, give my heart to love. No retreat, no remorse; my soul surrendered. When, your heart gets caught, between the moonlight, and the gravity of heaven. The best thing your soul can do, let your heart, fall… in love, again and again. Life can make you, get caught up in the excitement, but is the love endless? For me, and my heart; everything is changing. I’m no longer, waiting to exhale, a second wind has my breath. When you’re caught up, all you know; time is a distraction. A heart taken captive, all that matters; what will the love story become? The journey, your soul being caught up, in the rapture… of love!

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Even if, I can speak with the voice of an angel. My words, in of itself would not be enough. If my speech, wasn’t uplifting, didn’t inspire. If, my heart wrote with eloquence, but every time the ink bleeds. When pen touches paper, would the words resonate, a nuanced glow, a divine presence? Love, not read to be moved, but to seek the meaning of love, to be inspired… by The Word. A heart, not meant to be a pen, trying to leave its mark. Pointed thoughts, without the love flowing, a tainted perspective. Love will never be, words passing in the night. Pretty words, with a poetic flow, rudderless words, if not anchored by the essence. Love’s true excellence, the meaning felt. When it’s love in action, not words acting, but an authentic heart revealed. The love, permeating throughout every word. Love, enlightens the words, illuminates the heart, lights up the conversation. Words can influence, but won’t change one mind, if the truth doesn’t emanate. Words by itself, not enough to profoundly change, an indifferent heart. When, a heart is influential, it’s love engaging, and the words provoking. Words have power, the spoken word, telling a powerful tale; what’s in your heart? Whenever the heart, find itself lost in the dark. Words won’t be enough, if in it love is not the lighthouse. The reason why, words in love, radiates the brightest, even in the darkest moments!

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So many words have tried, the seemingly impossible task. Tried to come between, my love, and my heart. But, to no avail, thus they have come to realize, it’s impossible. Their futile aim, leads down an aimless path. The road to their inevitability, undoable led to an impossibility. Like, a melody sweetly holding me, my heart slow dances, with my endless love. Just like, how it’s impossible to separate, the sea from my sure. When love has become, the depth in what you see. It’s not possible, to stop the stars from shining, the night teaching the moonlight, how to take your breath. There’s a gravity, to my reality; when, my soul touches the stars, it’s love taking me there, see a glimpse into heaven. It’s out of the question, it’s not worth considering. Don’t ever asking my heart, to turn my back, on love. Therein lies the reason, love has already done the unthinkable, the unachievable, the unimaginable, the inconceivable; love, made my heart a believer. When the soul is pricked, the ink bleeds, love spills on the paper. Making it impossible, for my heart to separate. What came from my soul, or the words penned, dripping from the love within. When you’re drowning, but yet; that’s how you learn how to live breathless. It’s impossible, to fathom an ocean. But, the heart of a deep river, can come to know the breadth. When love is the reason, the Impossibilities, are attainable!

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Let my heart, tell of her beauty; the glow captures, her radiance moves, with every glimpse. Her heart, has a mystique, reflections of an angelic hue. The power of her love, holds your gaze. She gave me her love, so, why wouldn’t I reciprocate, trust her with my heart. My soul is serene, in the arms of her love. Her beauty, the love inside of her. Her strength, every breath she takes. Her worth, a jewel dancing in plain sight, the muse in my peripheral. My summertime contemplation, how will my heart, get to appreciate the fragrance of her love. Her quintessence, a painted depiction. Her heart, a mosaic work of art. Her love, shapes my heart, into a lovely texture. Vividly, her love a portrayal, captured in the most beautiful expression. Every brush with my soul, her love, making my heart become a display, how her love paints my life. Her love, tells a compelling story. Every chapter, etching the breadth. Her lyrical love, sings like a ballad. A love song, the words written, left on the pages of my heart. Her imperfect ways, the way my heart knows. Perfect love, a masterpiece won’t be created, if the flaws are not embraced. Her love is, royalty, why I crown her heart, with my love. From the moment, her love rested on my heart. Two hearts, with one heartbeat. Slow waltzing into, the wee hours of forever. The magic, the moments, casting an illustrative allure!

Her love, talks in my sleep, the secrets of her heart whispered, for my soul to keep. Her heart, quietly speaks, her soul soft spoken. Her love, leaving a profound effect, in my deepest dreams. Though, the heart creates moments, love what makes it become our reality. Love decorated, beautified my life, now a wonderful part of my world. My house, not a home, true love made it complete. A chair, just a chair for one. Her heart, transformed a home, with a loveseat. When, I wore a younger man’s shoes, love walked into my heart. A love, too beautiful for words, imparts the deepest truths. Love of a lifetime, love of a royal decent, a heart you crown with your love. Sweet sixteen, the first moment. My heart, celebrated the birth of her love. Two teens, our hearts dancing, to an 80’s slow jam; “you are my lady, you’re everything I need.” Thirty plus years, through the lens of my heart. Her love, sweet sixteen again, and again. Her heart, hasn’t aged a day, but yet the love, grows more profound. My sweetest days, seeing when her love smiles, at me. Her heart, her soul, her love; my treasured gift, sent from heaven!

Happy birthday, to my beloved!

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Life, takes you through a paradox. The looming conflict, between heart and mind. A shift in the perspective, when moments become part of the journey, this side of time. I didn’t, used to count the stars, that was then, but this is when. My heart, needs to see you in it. Every twinkle in my eyes, holds my love and gaze. Why hold my breath, for my heart would surely know; it doesn’t mean death. Only time, to close my eyes, to let my soul go home. In my peace, I know how love rest, with the keeper of the stars. In my heart, the love I know, will never die. When, her love was birthed, I cried. Laughed, her joy was given for me to hold. Her love came to be, and I was the first to hold it. The breadth of her love, my soul heard still whisper. And since, forever and a day; the love has been held, so close to my heart. She was everything, her heart sent here to be, an angel in disguise. For a time, for a season, love the reason. But now, a piece of my heart, has found the wind, my breath has been taken. So, why wouldn’t time stand still, to let me chase after my heart? The missing peace, leaves you grasping at reality. A beauty butterfly, with wings spread wide, is flying free. In the heavens, within my loving gaze. I awaken, having to pinch myself. Is it real, is it just a dream. To find there’s a heaviness, resting on your heart!

Thoughts fade away, but moments lives on, in your heart. Don’t let it go, heart; hold on to the memories. Even though, the heaviness weighs my heart, the love will rest forever. Even, with the weight of the world, on my shoulders. The feeling, I can bare. It’s my feelings, I want right there, to remind me, you’re still on my heart. I don’t need, to indulge in unhealthy substances, that can’t ease the pain. Undeniable love, with profound context, what numbs the weight, but the love still breathless. Time spent, searching my heart for words, will never be wasted. Even though, time moves on, my heart will breathe easy knowing, time is irrelevant. My love, will forever move in and throughout time, arrested in beats per minute. When I rest my hope, I don’t have to lie awake in my dreams. To know, everywhere I go, traveling through time. An empty space in my heart, will never change the gravity, in my reality. Physicality, neither here nor there, when consequential the presence of love, lingering within my breath. The best thing, love happens to be? Knocking on heaven’s door, love comes to visit you, in your grief. My heart, doesn’t have to fear tomorrow. I will for ever and ever, keep the undying love, pressed up against my heart. In the moments shared, in the sights I see, with the stories told. Everywhere I go, her love will be there, with me. It doesn’t matter, if after years, the weight is still deeply crushing. That only means, the love is alive. And some day, when my soul, can no longer bare the weight. When time has run its course, my love story has reached the end. That is then, and this is when. I will be able to Rest In Peace, with you, baby girl!

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Love, oh love. Today, every day, there’s this feeling, invading my thoughts. Asking but telling, my breath will be taken. Love, oh love, there’s this smile, with a confident grin. Again tomorrow, my thoughts will be invaded, my heart will again be stirred. Oh love, in this feeling, there’s no subtlety, no remorse. In the taking, and my heart giving. Love, oh love, tell me; what should I do? When the mind acts a fool, but your heart says it’s cool? We’ve all been there, it’s not a foolish heart, when the feeling is profound. Love, is it silly to think, when you run into love’s fire, the flames won’t chase after your heart, to become a soul consumed. Love, oh Love, what do you do? When you’re confronted, by the emotion, sometimes called desire, some define it as passion. Perhaps, no I’m truly convinced; it becomes a mutual understanding; within heart and soul. The feeling, pushing you to be, pressing your confidence to become, devoted affection. The inexhaustible tendencies, more than reactional, the shaping of the characteristics. Love, oh Love, this feeling; it’s like waves crashing, the breathtaking, the drowning, in an ocean. What do you do, when the feeling says; there’s no catch, no strings. But yet, you give your everything… willingly, with no prenuptial. Love, oh Love, what’s a heart to do? When it’s you, Love; when you’re the feeling, making me absolutely complaisant, in this heartfelt tale!

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